An Yin's whole face fell, the brightness replaced with a sea of worries.
Shen Jingrou knew the young girl was sensitive, so she changed the topic, "Let's..." before she could finish, the phone rang.
An Yin stood beside her, watching her pick up the phone.
"Uncle!" Shen Jingrou called out affectionately.
An Yin noticed Shen Jingrou's polite manner of address. Hearing how she addressed him, An Yin knew for sure it was a call from "Uncle Meng."
"At your house," Shen Jingrou said, her eyes involuntarily fixed on the unfinished painting.
After the other side finished speaking, Shen Jingrou replied warmly, "With a good friend of mine."
"Alright, we'll definitely visit when you get back."
"Goodbye!"
An Yin stood by the entire time.
